Thursday, July 06, 2006

The Day After

6 July 2006, 12:23 PM

I realize now and againlife isn't what I think it is.It isn't all that bad (now).It isn't all that good (yet).It's altogether livable,even enjoyable if I let it be today,and if it is not tomorrow, it will bethe day after.

I can see now and againthe moments of annihilationwill pass if I don't hold themtoo tightly. I close my eyes,understanding the darknesswill be gone when I open themagain. I weep now, knowingtomorrow my eyes will be dry,red, but dry. And if they aren'ttomorrow, they will bethe day after.

Few things are permanent,fewer still are certainin any sense of the word.I know at least this emptinessis bound to find its fill.If it does not tomorrow, it willthe day after.

2 comments:

I found your website this morning through someone else' blog. I have really enjoyed reading through your poetry. I keep the poem that you gave me in a very special place, but I have a hard time reading it because it makes me weep every time. Thank you for sharing it with me.I will definitely be back to read more soon. Now I must go tend to my little man...

So glad you found it, and that you're enjoying it. That poem makes me weep also. I had forgotten a lot of the details, and then I smelled that soap on my hands, and it all came back to me. Have been tempted to go back to the NICU with a container to ask them for some, so I won't forget again.

George MacDonald

"Home is ever so far away in the palm of your hand, and how to get there it is of no use to tell you. But you will get there; you must get there; you have to get there. Everybody who is not at home, has to go home."